Zalarran stalked angrily along the corridor. The few technicians and off-duty Marines he encountered moved out of his way quickly, and a few service personnel dove into storage cupboards when they saw him coming. The psionic backwash from his anger was so strong it began to short out lights for a few moments as he passed. The ends of his neural cords were twitching with agitation. Kadralas! How could you fall so far? Is it to be the litany of our race, that all our heroes must inevitable damn themselves? Now was the time, he knew. The coup he’d been planning was the only option, and now the Executor’s presence meant he could take care of the corruption sweeping through his race once and for all. As the new Executor, he would cut off all ties to the Terrans and blast this blasphemous abomin